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asphaltcowgrrl) wrote2021-03-05 10:50 am
asphaltcowgrrl) wrote2021-03-05 10:50 am
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Blood and Ichor (Romani Detective Original Fiction)
Title: Blood and Ichor
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos + Carla Mulholland
Rating: PG
Word Count: 410
Summary: Andrej is surveying a crime scene with the medical examiner.
Author’s Notes: Written for the A to Z challenge at 1_million_words. The Letter was I and I chose to go with ichor.
He sighed as he looked at the body on the floor of the restaurant’s kitchen. Blood had spread outward from the wound at the back of the victim’s head, staining the otherwise pristine tiles covering the floor. Although it wasn’t his first corpse, not even his first corpse of the day, he felt his stomach sway at the sight of someone’s life streaming outwards as if fleeing the body it had once inhabited.
“Did you know,” the county medical examiner, Carla Mulholland, asked as she squatted beside Zeklos, “that the Greeks believed the gods had a golden fluid called ichor flowing through their veins instead of blood?”
He nodded. “It is called sângele zeilor in my language,” he said, shifting positions so that she could point something out to him. “Translates quite literally to god’s blood.”
Dr. Mulholland smiled. “I like that it’s so literal. No point in beating around the bush, right?”
Zeklos shook his head. “Speaking of which…”
“You want to know what I’ve found,” she said, completing his thought before he could.
“Yes, please,” he said, smiling back at her.
“Well, as you can see, he was no god,” she joked, pointing at the very red blood covering the floor. “Not sure a blunt object to the back of the head would have felled a god either.”
“That requires a precisely timed shot into the god’s weak spot, does it not?” Zeklos looked at the area surrounding the body, blood, ichor, and arrows on his mind.
“This is why I like you,” she said, watching him take in the scene, area by area, eyes moving slowly so not to miss a thing. “You can focus on the job, make a little small talk, and remind me of your intelligence in a very passive manner.”
He took it for the compliment he knew it to be, even if it made him uncomfortable to have her attention so fully on him. However, he did appreciate her words, considering he spent so many years fumbling with his English, stumbling over unfamiliar words. There were times even now when his education failed him and found himself at a loss for the proper words. Well, in English anyway.
“Thank you,” he said. “It is also nice to have a conversation with someone whose interests are more than reality television and sports.”
Chuckling, Carla shook her head. “Ready for the dirty details?” She waved a vague hand at the body.
“I am ready.”
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos + Carla Mulholland
Rating: PG
Word Count: 410
Summary: Andrej is surveying a crime scene with the medical examiner.
Author’s Notes: Written for the A to Z challenge at 1_million_words. The Letter was I and I chose to go with ichor.
He sighed as he looked at the body on the floor of the restaurant’s kitchen. Blood had spread outward from the wound at the back of the victim’s head, staining the otherwise pristine tiles covering the floor. Although it wasn’t his first corpse, not even his first corpse of the day, he felt his stomach sway at the sight of someone’s life streaming outwards as if fleeing the body it had once inhabited.
“Did you know,” the county medical examiner, Carla Mulholland, asked as she squatted beside Zeklos, “that the Greeks believed the gods had a golden fluid called ichor flowing through their veins instead of blood?”
He nodded. “It is called sângele zeilor in my language,” he said, shifting positions so that she could point something out to him. “Translates quite literally to god’s blood.”
Dr. Mulholland smiled. “I like that it’s so literal. No point in beating around the bush, right?”
Zeklos shook his head. “Speaking of which…”
“You want to know what I’ve found,” she said, completing his thought before he could.
“Yes, please,” he said, smiling back at her.
“Well, as you can see, he was no god,” she joked, pointing at the very red blood covering the floor. “Not sure a blunt object to the back of the head would have felled a god either.”
“That requires a precisely timed shot into the god’s weak spot, does it not?” Zeklos looked at the area surrounding the body, blood, ichor, and arrows on his mind.
“This is why I like you,” she said, watching him take in the scene, area by area, eyes moving slowly so not to miss a thing. “You can focus on the job, make a little small talk, and remind me of your intelligence in a very passive manner.”
He took it for the compliment he knew it to be, even if it made him uncomfortable to have her attention so fully on him. However, he did appreciate her words, considering he spent so many years fumbling with his English, stumbling over unfamiliar words. There were times even now when his education failed him and found himself at a loss for the proper words. Well, in English anyway.
“Thank you,” he said. “It is also nice to have a conversation with someone whose interests are more than reality television and sports.”
Chuckling, Carla shook her head. “Ready for the dirty details?” She waved a vague hand at the body.
“I am ready.”